Today I finished the first new painting, post Animal Farm. Moving away from the immediacy of acrylic painting to oil painting put me in a new place. A place where paint dries slower and there is more time to think about it. I don’t really like to think about it, I like making decisions off the cuff, a series of last minute mad dash events that eventually end with me giving in.
The end of the road is a strange place to be. It is a place of panic. a place of in-between, moving from high energy to no energy, or transition, making new decisions about new things. Everytime. That is what it is, everytime. One thing is complete and another has not yet moved in to take up the space.
This may not sound much like painting, or a valid explanation of what painting is. I don’t do that, much, because I am really bad at it.
I can tell you how I mix up the color red, or what brush I might use, or why I like to paint on a flat surface. I cannot tell you anything psychological about it because I am in the middle of it. When we are in the middle of something that is moving very quickly it’s hard to be an observer. Hard to be logical and precise. Most explanations of that sort seem staged and pretentious.
It’s better to just let the work speak for itself.
RED: oil on canvas 60x60
